[The Delicate Heroine] Chapter 1

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Sally Jupiter
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The Frail Heroine, Chapter One: The Birth of the Silk Soul In
a parallel world, on Earth in the 22nd century, due to changes in the laws of physics,
chemical reactions similar to gunpowder explosions do not exist. Therefore, people still rely on individual strength in terms of weaponry. Genetic technology is developing rapidly, but
for unknown reasons, most women cannot undergo genetic adjustments for combat, resulting in their low social status. Due
to the uncontrollability of genes, abnormally powerful individuals occasionally rise above the law,
weakening the control of the state and causing crime to proliferate worldwide.
I stood in the mirror of the lounge, adjusting my bikini top. The bright yellow fabric barely covered
two-thirds of my full breasts, just enough to reveal the inner hemispheres. I smoothed the hem of my shorts
to prevent them from sinking into my deep buttocks, and slipped on my black knee-high boots.
The blonde woman reflected in the mirror is named Sally Jupiter. She has a face
and figure comparable to a movie star, but I feel a sense of loss because I am not an actress, but a lustful female wrestler
. My voluptuous body doesn't have much muscle, which makes me lack strength. It was only thanks to my mother's exhausting
savings for my stamina level 1 genetic adjustments that I was able to stand on the same stage as her. Now,
my mother, in her forties, has retired, and I am thirty-two. My physical recovery ability is not what it used to be, and I am
gradually losing my strength in the face of fierce competition. The yearning for an inviolable and aloof female warrior has been eroded by cruel reality
. Endless failures and humiliations have left only endless shame on this mature and beautiful body, but I
can no longer quit. To support myself, my mother's broken body has become a tool for the orcs' sexual gratification, and my daughter,
Lao Rui's, training at the Dark Gymnastics School also requires money. Lao Rui was a child I had just arrived in New York after being gang-raped by a group of thugs
. Naturally, I couldn't find her father. In this turbulent society, I don't even know how I made the decision
to raise this little girl. Several times I thought I would starve to death on the streets.
Thinking of my precious daughter's hardships over the years, it all seemed insignificant. I did a few stretches, and then the announcer's
enthusiastic voice came in from outside.
"...Now entering the ring is the sexy bombshell from America, Sally Jupiter!" I jogged a short distance, then
flipped into the ring, smiling and waving to the cheering audience. As my performance has declined in recent years,
fewer and fewer people support me. Recently, I've suffered five consecutive losses due to injuries. Fortunately, after the decline of traditional wrestling,
the more entertainment-oriented Desire Wrestling has taken its place, and my looks and physique are still quite outstanding.
"And then, her opponent, the rising star from Japan, Reiko Hinomoto!" An eighteen-year-
old woman rushed into the arena. She had short black hair, fair skin, and wore a bright red sports bra
and tight shorts. Her slender and athletic figure drew cheers far louder than mine. Reiko struck various
alluring poses for the audience until the entrance music ended, maintaining a heated atmosphere throughout the arena. As society becomes increasingly
corrupt, the scale of Desire Wrestling grows ever larger, with countless newcomers entering and countless veterans being eliminated.
Reiko came to the center of the arena to face me. "Ready to face defeat, American Cow?" Ever since
giving birth to my daughter, my breasts have been abnormally and constantly in a state of breastfeeding. During matches, my opponents would often make me produce milk
, hence this shameful nickname.
"Don't get too cocky, newbie. Wrestling isn't as simple as you think!" My confidence faltered, hampered by injuries
. "Perhaps you should work on your femininity, you flat-chested girl." Actually, Reiko's D-
cup breasts weren't small, but compared to my G-cup, they seemed rather modest.
"Hmph, we'll see. Wrestling isn't about breast size!" As the bell rang, I
charged at my opponent to gain the upper hand, leaping into the air and launching a falling attack, aiming for Reiko. The
outwardly proud Reiko was actually on guard. She caught me perfectly in mid-air, her
well-trained strength easily lifting me overhead. Then, she moved to a corner of the ring and
slammed me against the ring post.
"Ouch..." My chin hit the ring post, the impact making my teeth ache, and my head filled with
a cacophony of noise. For a moment, I could only hold onto the ring, unable to move. Taking advantage of the situation, Reiko climbed onto the pillar and leaped down, her
legs clamping my head between them, slamming me heavily to the ground.
After only a minute of pinning me, amidst cheers, the referee began the count, "1...2..." I blinked,
trying to stay awake; Reiko's legs were firmly clamped over my face, making it difficult to breathe. Before me, the tight
red shorts outlined her smooth mons pubis. Female wrestlers sometimes deliberately expose sexually suggestive vulnerabilities to provoke
attacks and increase entertainment value. Being trapped, I naturally didn't let the opportunity pass, and I bit down.
"Ooh!" Reiko tilted her head back, her red lips slightly parted, her leg muscles trembling slightly, and the pinning force immediately loosened
. However, she didn't immediately retaliate, seemingly wanting to flaunt her lewdness to the audience. I took a deep
breath, seized the opportunity to grab Reiko's buttocks, and struggled to break free of the pinning. I rolled to the side, waiting for Reiko to charge again.
As she grabbed my hair, a hook punch landed squarely on Reiko's groin.
"Ouch!" Reiko screamed, clutching her groin in pain, her legs flared inwards,
putting her in a disadvantageous position. I circled behind Reiko, wrapping my arms around her waist and executing a German throw. Reiko's
body arced through the air as her shoulders and neck slammed heavily to the ground.
However, even my most powerful move couldn't take Reiko down. When she
got up from the ground with speed comparable to mine, my heart sank. A slightly confident smile appeared on my face. This time, the Japanese girl
attacked from the front. Three steps to my side, she swiftly kicked out with her right leg, aiming for my side.
I, waiting for her, grabbed her red boot just in time. Just when I thought she had underestimated me, the young star had a backup plan. Reiko leaped into the air with her left foot, twisting her taut abdomen, and her left leg whipped across 　　my cheek
like a whip .
The two fell to the ground again, but this time, Reiko took the initiative to cushion the impact, while
I, caught off guard, was temporarily stunned.
Reiko bent my left leg and clamped it between her own legs, forming a figure-four hold, and then applied
pressure after I fell backward. Four fair and taut jade legs were intertwined, much to the delight of the audience, who cheered even louder, while my miserable
groans mingled among them, like a seasoning for their pleasure. My left leg
had been the target of my opponents' concentrated attacks since it was injured a month ago, and it had never recovered. With each defeat, the injury only worsened.
Once locked in a joint lock, I couldn't even struggle; my opponent only needed to exert a little force, and I was already sweating profusely from the pain
.
"You're even weaker than I thought, senpai. How about surrendering sooner?" "Dream on, uh-ah-ah!"
Reiko punished me with a clamp, and the excruciating pain made me groan.
(Anyway, my current fans just like seeing me get tortured and suffer.) The excruciating pain made me give up
the idea of resisting. My full, white body lay limp on the ring, and under the blinding spotlight, I was even
a little dazed.
I groaned for a full 20 seconds until the referee separated us. My aching left
leg kept groaning that I was giving up the match, but in order to preserve my source of survival, I still had to
stand up shakily. However, I inevitably became uncoordinated as I walked. I think even an ordinary person could easily
knock me down now. Zero quickly noticed this and circled around to my left, landing a low kick squarely on my
knee that I couldn't dodge.
"Ugh." I turned my body to the side, my defensive posture collapsed, and my chest was wide open, immediately
attracting a pair of merciless punches to my exposed breasts. "Ugh! Goddess... Ohhhhh!" My G-cup breasts were dented
and bounced back and forth from the blows, trembling and swaying, milky white fluid splattering everywhere. I felt
as if all the air in my chest had been forced out, making it hard to breathe. I tried to dodge backward, but my hair was grabbed, plunging me into chaos
. Helplessly, I covered my chest with my hands, and then a fatal blow struck my abdomen. "Ah—" My internal
organs felt like they were being twisted together. I screamed and fell to my knees, and tonight's torture had only just begun. My wrists
were grabbed, straightened, and twisted behind my back. A boot stepped on my back to hold me in place. Then, my arms were twisted further
behind my back, bringing a pain in my shoulders that felt like they were about to break.
"Ughhhh!" I groaned as my body was pushed up by the boots, forced to arch my chest. During the struggle, my bright
yellow bikini had slipped halfway down, revealing my right nipple. Under the influence of the drugs, the nipple had no pigmentation
, presenting a beautiful pink, and now it was still covered with milky white fluid. Forced to tilt my head back
, I could see my pathetic and humiliating appearance on the large screen inside the arena. "Ugh, my nipple, please
let me, ughhhh, thousands of people are watching me, my nipple, ahhhhh!" Despite feeling incredibly ashamed,
I knew that deep down, I was also indulging in this state of humiliation, because the scene before my eyes
was gradually blurring and tinged with a deep pink.
"Thump—thump—" My heartbeat seemed to amplify a thousand times, a prelude to entering this state of shame.
In this world, when women are attacked or humiliated, they gradually accumulate shame points. When the shame points
exceed a critical point, women lose 90% of their strength and experience a significant increase in sexual sensitivity. Each person's critical point
is different, but each time a state of shame is entered, the critical point decreases. For me, participating in Desire Wrestling, this
critical point has already dropped to a dangerous level.
"Already aroused? What a disqualified warrior." Reiko quickly noticed my abnormality. She
seized the opportunity, freeing one hand to grasp my exposed breast, kneading and twisting it forcefully. As the soft flesh deformed,
milk was squeezed out again.
"No, oh, um, ee-ya—" My body became burning hot, sweat soaked my thin wrestling suit, and
hot breath escaped from my mouth. Then, a heat rose in my lower abdomen, and clear fluid overflowed from the edge of my shorts,
sliding down my thighs. I had completely entered a state of shame.
Sensing my loss of strength, Reiko released her grip and kicked my round buttocks, sending me sprawling face-down
onto the ring.
Even though the match continued, I knew I had lost. I bent my arms, trying to prop myself up
, but even this simple movement was too much for me. I could only lie limply on the ground, panting.
My struggles would be futile; I could only use my beautiful body to please the audience instead of fighting skills.
Reiko, having secured her victory, waved to the stands, blowing kisses, then swaying her
firm buttocks, covered in a thin red layer, back and forth to attract more attention. For female wrestlers, sometimes eye candy is more important than skill
. Amidst the rising cheers of the crowd, she leaped high and landed on my lower back in one swift motion.
"Ehhhhhhhh!" Aaaaaaa!! The impact of the fall slammed into my spine again
. I tilted my head back, clutching my lower back, groaning weakly. In this humiliating state, the excruciating pain brought even more pleasure
. My bikini bottoms seemed to melt, releasing even more fluid that I wanted to touch.
Reiko straddled me, her hands cupping my chin. "Listen to your own weak moans, American
cow. Today I'll show you the might of a Japanese female warrior! Drink up!" She gripped my neck, pressing me to the ground.
The position on top left me completely defenseless. My remaining strength rapidly dissipated due to lack of oxygen, leaving me with only
wide-open eyes like a dead fish and a futilely open mouth. My already pale skin
was faintly pink from the stimulation of this humiliating state. Reiko controlled the rhythm of the strangulation, ensuring I wouldn't faint but inflicting suffocating, near-
death agony. "I surrender, please spare me," I repeated the words of surrender countless times in my mind. It felt so good,
please torture me more and more, while the masochistic lust surged within me. However, no matter
what, only hoarse whimpers escaped my throat. A minute later, when Reiko released her hands
, the poor thing rolled her eyes back, almost fainting. Her sphincter relaxed, and golden, clear urine trickled through
her bikini.
"Finisher! Finisher!" The audience's excited shouts
echoed like a tsunami throughout the arena. In the rules of Desire Wrestling, there's only one way a match ends: the loser is subjected
to direct sexual assault in the ring. This is why the opponent's will to resist must be completely broken first.
Reiko pressed a mechanism on the ring post, revealing a storage cabinet on the floor containing whips, candles, and other erotic
props. She took out a pair of shorts containing a large, purple dildo and put it on. The erect dildo
was covered in raised bumps, specifically designed to stimulate the G-spot and clitoris. I knew the power of this thing,
but as a woman in this dark age, I could only be prepared to be humiliated at any time. "Accept your fate of defeat,
warrior." Reiko herself was just a weak warrior who could be violated at any moment. In this dark
age, she could only deceive herself and try to retain a shred of dignity through her lewd performances.
Reiko pulled down my bikini. The soaking wet fabric was stained with urine and copious amounts of female fluid.
Like most female wrestlers, my genitals had been shaved, appearing clean and smooth, the sticky fluid
reflecting a lewd sheen.
(Again, I failed.) I looked up at the lights above the ring, my consciousness not yet fully restored, letting
my thighs be lifted and bent back, spread open in a V-shape, exposing my most private parts to thousands of spectators.
Although it wasn't the first time, as a woman, I still felt ashamed. I subconsciously twisted my body, but
this only caused my large breasts and buttocks to sway slightly. Reiko easily controlled me,
arching her back, her huge foreign object slowly parting my tightly closed labia and invading my moist cavity. The silicone dildo
was significantly larger than the average person's. Thanks to effective vaginal tightening exercises and medications already common among wrestlers in this world of desire
, my vagina didn't resemble that of a woman who had given birth. The highly elastic folds tightly enveloped
every bump and depression on the dildo's surface, and the close, friction brought me to another
orgasm in just a few moments, despite my humiliation.
"Nnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa—No, don't look, aaaaaa—" Reiko pulled
out the dildo, and a strong-smelling, pungent vaginal fluid flowed down the crack onto the ground. The Japanese girl hesitated. Theoretically,
the match could end there, but the audience clearly didn't want it to end there. Amidst a tsunami of urging, she had no choice
but to hang me on the ring ropes, raise her plump buttocks, and insert the dildo back into me.
"Nnnnn, aaaa, it's too big, hieeaaaa, it's inside me, e
rrrrrrrr..." Despite the lingering resistance, her body was incredibly sensitive. With each
rise and fall of the ropes, her juices flowed freely.
Her wanton moans echoed across the ring. Reiko felt a mixture of shame and disdain.
She, too, had been defeated and "punished" before. Even then, though powerless to resist, she acted like a
true Japanese female warrior, desperately tightening her genitals, suppressing her shameful moans, and
making a final stand with defiant words until her female instincts completely overwhelmed her consciousness.
"Looks like you're quite used to it." Lowering her expectations of her opponent, Reiko mercilessly accelerated her hip movements,
her smooth, sweat-covered skin reflecting a beautiful sheen under the lights. As a female wrestler, she was confident that her
core strength far surpassed that of the average man, and that she could severely punish this lewd American woman before her.
"eeeeeeee, eeeeeeee! No, it's not like that, I'm not, mmmmmnnnnnnnn
, it's too intense, eeeeeeoooooooooooo." Reiko's words struck a nerve with me
. With each defeat, I gradually lost my fear of losing. From initially
facing challenges as a female warrior to now being helplessly ravaged by my opponents every time, I even felt that the latter was more in line with
my masochistic nature. However, I hadn't forgotten my initial aspiration to become a female wrestler. I wanted to
be a valiant female warrior, not this weak and masochistic version of myself.
"I watched your match against Kyoko-senpai two months ago.
Where did that fierceness you had when you were ravaging Kyoko-senpai's breasts go? Didn't you look down on Japanese female warriors' breasts? These lewd big tits don't look like
something a wrestler should have!" Influenced by the atmosphere, Reiko became even more aggressive. She ripped off my already useless
bikini bra, forcefully grabbing my two white breasts, digging her ten fingers deep inside, and
fragrant milk was squeezed out like a fountain.
My moans became higher and more lewd. Perhaps Kyoko felt the same way back then.
For some reason, I thought of that Japanese woman who started competing around the same time as me. Kyoko Uehara
is gentle and earnest, but unfortunately lacks skill. In her youth, she suffered more defeats than victories in the world of debauchery wrestling ,
gaining considerable support only through her indomitable spirit. Unfortunately, she has been ranked at the bottom this year and has received extra attention from several sadistic European and American female wrestlers
. Finally, two months ago, unable to bear the humiliation any longer, she retired. In her last match, she was only hit in
the chest once before entering a state of shame, and then she was tortured in the ring for an hour.
"Scream, scream, let the audience see how lewd American women are!" Reiko slowed the frequency of her thrusts
, but each thrust pushed the thick dildo deep into my vagina, and when the tip of the glans broke through the cervix, she
exerted force again, slamming against my clitoris. The frequent stimulation of my A and G points further propelled
me to orgasm time and time again.
"Aaaaaah! It's so deep, ah, it's in my uterus, I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again! Ughhhhh!"
With the powerful contractions of my vaginal sphincter, my mind went blank, my entire consciousness immersed in
the intense pleasure and extreme bliss of orgasm, and I fainted. Zero
shook her head disdainfully at my lewd expression as I remained lost in the afterglow, one foot planted on my limp body, declaring victory for the night. This was followed by the
not-so-uncommon, hormone-fueled cheers of this decadent world.
An hour after the match ended, the door to my lounge opened, and a
man with a bird-like nose and a penguin-like build walked in. Still recovering from my injuries, I hadn't showered, my naked body
covered in sweat and my own vaginal fluids. I shakily straightened up. "Hello, boss." The man's name was Oswald
, one of the most powerful gang leaders in the area, and also one of the organizers of "Desire Wrestling."
He possessed astonishing wealth and power, was ruthless, and was nicknamed "The Penguin."
"You lost again. How many times in a row is this? Five or six? You really disappoint me, baby."
"I... I'm sorry, boss. I'll definitely do better next time." Penguin's smile looked
no different from that of an ordinary shrewd businessman, but those who believed him were long gone.
"Better? You're sure you'll win next time?" "Well, I'll try my best, no, I'll definitely win."
"Don't be afraid, Sally baby." Penguin's right hand gently slid down my cheek. "I know your condition
. I won't let you do anything you're not comfortable with. After all, you see, I'm a fairly considerate boss, aren't I?" Penguin's salary for his wrestlers wasn't low, which was very 　　attractive
to female wrestlers from small clubs . 　　"Yes, I... I've always been very grateful." I hoped he wasn't going to fire me. 　　"So," Penguin touched my pink nipples and gently rubbed them, then put his milk-stained fingers 　　in his mouth. He watched with satisfaction as the female wrestler trembled slightly. "I've arranged another job for you 　　." "No, ah, no, well, I don't want to be a prostitute, I mean..." I didn't know if I 　　should refuse him, and became incoherent. The clients of prostitutes in big cities weren't normal people; sometimes they even had 　　strange genetically modified organs. Coupled with rampant drugs, the chances of prostitutes being used to death were quite high. If it weren't 　　for the production of artificial sex slaves, the number of women would have been insufficient to meet demand. 　　"No, no, no." Penguin smiled and shook his finger. "It's not what you think. Your new job isn't 　　about facing men with your ass, but with your fists. I want you to become a heroine." "A heroine?" 　　Sally was a little taken aback. "You mean like Batwoman?" Batwoman was 　　one of the city's legends, secretly fighting criminals as a heroine. The higher status of women in America compared to other regions was precisely because of 　　the activities of a group of masked heroines. But they should be Penguin's mortal enemies. 　　"You're so clever, baby." Penguin pulled a uniform from his bag. "Like Batwoman, but 　　your title is Silk Spectre." Penguin held a bright yellow, semi-transparent dress. I could imagine myself 　　wearing it; it would make men's eyes linger. In fact, almost all female heroes dress 　　more seductively than prostitutes, supposedly to distract the enemy and prevent 　　being killed instantly if caught. 　　"Boss, I'd be happy to carry out your orders, but my abilities..." "Of course, your opponents 　　are all arranged by me. Silk Spectre's battles will be filmed by the media for advertising. Once you're 　　famous, your uniform, boots, jewelry, and even the battle locations can be used for advertising. You won't 　　disappoint me, right, Sally baby?" "...Yes." Under Penguin's gaze, I didn't have 　　the courage to refuse. Thus, Gotham City's new female hero, Silk Spectre, was born.

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